Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.